Saturday, August 30, 2008

OH, THERE IT IS!



Dave answered the impassioned pleadings of Reed Gardner and sacrificed his Saturday to accompany Reed to the BYU game. His one day off. I know, he supposedly has the weekend, but let's face it, Sunday is not a day off. It's just a day different. And it is certainly not a day of rest. His Sundays start at 6 am and he gets home at 4 pm. I'm not complaining, just sayin'. So here I am on Saturday with the day to myself. Did some laundry and tried to find the bridge to a song I have been writing for eight-hundred-fifty-seven years. Alas, no bridge today either. So I wandered out to the kitchen where I told myself I could watch TV if I cleaned. Some rerun of a law show had just started. I looked over at the counter next to the stove top. More like the mountain next to the stove top. Like a kid dipping her toe in the water I touched one piece of paper at the summit. Picked it up and held it, repeating the mantra: "Everything you do is something done! Everything you do is something done!" And at the same time I clamped my fingers tight on the paper until it found a permanent home somewhere. The waters tested, I dove straight in. Three reruns later I FOUND IT! My counter top! My pretty granite counter top! It was so lovely, and shiny (after a good polish) that I hovered over it and said Hi to myself. So what if it is just a little corner of a vast and neglected household! Hey, it's a start!

Monday, August 4, 2008

MUSING WITH MY FRIENDS


Last night my friends and I played the Layton Amphitheatre, this week's installment of the Davis Arts Council Sunday Summer Concert Series. Mark Robinette and Dave and Carla Eskelsen and I. We sang old tunes we haven't done for a while, like Get Back on That Pony and The Builder, along with current faves like Idaho Wind and Memoria and Pontiac Rocket. It was the perfect thing to do on a Sunday evening for me. I love making music! LOVE making it with my friends! And how lucky can a person be to have anyone want to listen? It was a good crowd. Heather Cragun came up to me, before we started, to tell me she told her kids they were going to see the live person singing the songs they danced to in their kitchen. So when we ended the show with Pontiac Rocket I looked over at the grassy knoll to the side of the stage and there was this darling little family with three little kids all dancing in and out of each other. I just can't believe I am so lucky! Sheesh! And then when we were done and went backstage one of my little Primary friends, Isabella came running back. "Izzy! " I said, "What are you doing here?!" She sort of tucked her chin into her chest and curled her fingers together. "Um, Cori Connors, ummm, could you start the concert over again now?" Gotta love it!
So the floor of my kitchen looks like the hull of a ship at the moment, all the trailings of a three night run of Saints on the Seas. Whew, that was another fabulous musical journey with the same friends, only even better because we had Johnny of my flesh and blood, and the Shults' and Dave and Katie and Elliott and Libby and Eric Robinette running the sound. All my favorite peoples in one show! OK, so some other favorites were missing, but it was a blast. We're working on mixing the album from that show in the next few months.
In less than two days we head out to Houston to take Kate's stuff to her. I am looking forward to not only seeing Kate, and if time permits a side jaunt to KC to see our little ones there, but I am very happy to think of having Dave all to myself...alone! Ooooh!